What the fuck? D. was home the whole time, probably asleep, but he says he didn't even hear anyone come up the stairs. You'd think he would have at least heard something.

I'm thinking maybe it's a joke. I'm hoping it's a joke. But there really aren't that many people who know I do that sort of thing. (Uh, you know. Not counting the thousands of people who read this diary.) And I can't think of any of them who would try to freak me out like this.

Aaaah! Why was he here? What does he want with me? I feel physically sick.

I think I told the whole story in here somewhere, but I do actually have a prior drug conviction. No good can possibly come of me getting another one. Fuck.

Last time, there were very few actual drugs on the premises. One of our neighbors smelled strawberry incense, and called the cops. While they were there, they found no drugs, but they did find the paraphenalia, and we each got a fine.

We've actually been fairly dry lately. We've got maybe a bowl of shake, and of course that baggie of salad. But three days ago, D. bought an incense burner, and he's been doing incense like a man posessed. Our downstairs neighbor is an elderly woman, quite possibly a little senile around the edges. Suddenly, her whole house is filled with exotic smells. I can just see the exact same thing happening again. Irony sucks.

I spent 20 minutes hiding everything. But I'm still scared. What if he comes back? What if he brings a dog? Shit shit shit shit shit.

I'm pretty sure the normal law-abiding citizen would call him tomorrow, and ask why he stopped by. It's the decent thing to do. I have nothing to hide.

It was the inner door. I'm guessing that anyone who didn't know me and know about the layout of my home would have put it in the outer door. Pizza guys always knock on the outer door, even when I say Come up the stairs, I won't hear you if just knock on the outer door. So, maybe it was a joke. Maybe I'll just incriminate myself if I call and ask why the police are looking for me.

I'm also a little paranoid that this entry is totally incriminating. The Cowtwon cops are all high-tech, making drug busts based on online diaries. That part though, I'm pretty sure is total paranoia.

I have no idea what to do. D's asleep, and I don't want to wake him in case this is just me freaking out over nothing, but I've never been so scared.

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